‎"The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say." – Anaïs Nin

thoughts from my melancholic heart

Everyone wants to speak but not everyone wants to listen so I seek for a place where nobody can silence me, where I can talk about whatever I want-not just the good and the pretty but all the things my heart dare not to say out loud.

Everyone wants to speak but not everyone wants to listen...if you do, then my heart thanks and welcomes you.

Not me and not my story

I need to keep my peace. I need to keep holding my heart firmly and tightly or it would just give me away one of these days.

And I am not like that, I am not the one who goes crazy over this *whatever*. I like having control at things and knowing what to do next. I don’t like contradicting my principles and breaking my own rules. No. Not for a person who can’t assure me of what he feels, not for a person whom I can’t even reconcile if should be the one or not.

My indulgence on a little distraction is distracting me now. And I should stop. Before anyone gets hurt or before anyone gets disappointed.

Nobody in the current situation fits the story I had hoped for.

In my story, the girl never takes off her incandescent smile and my story will not be twisted. It stays that way.